this is why it must end somonka

this is why it must end


I am not used to 
following you around 
bending like a lily 
to the breath of the wind,
the ruins of my sorrow adrift

we don't believe
in their own life anymore 
thats why we are exiled 
unable to find our own nakedness
in the land of gold and oil

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